The wrong champions.
And the right champions:
And the right champions:
Back row, left to right: John McLaughlin, Phil Boersma, Phil Thompson, Trevor Storton, Alec Lindsay, Peter Cormack, Kevin Keegan.
Centre: Jack Witham, Peter Thompson, Larry Lloyd, Frank Lane, Ray Clemence, John Toshack, Steve Heighway.
Front row: Ian Callaghan, Emlyn Hughes, Bill Shankly – manager, Tommy Smith, Brian Hall, Chris Lawler.
By the standards of 1973 – not exactly star-studded squad. Not the ‘archetypal’ Liverpool either… Apart from Emlyn Hughes and John Toshack – no stars. Good workers aplenty: Smith, Cormack, Lloyd, Lawler. New discovery – Keegan (Shankly was still skeptical about his abilities). Things changed with the title: Clemence, Phil Tompson, Lindsay, were invited to the national team. None of them established himself solidly in the national squad… it was not only strong competition: those players somehow did not convince England’s managers. The dislike of Clemence baffled me at the time: surely it was difficult to replace a giant like Banks, but to me Clemence was far more reliable keeper than Shilton and bunch of others. Yet, he was uncertain first choice (the reason ‘the bunch of others’ were invited). The point here is not to argue Clemence’s greatness: the point is that in 1973 Liverpool was not seen as fascinating team. One year wonder? How wrong everybody was.
Centre: Jack Witham, Peter Thompson, Larry Lloyd, Frank Lane, Ray Clemence, John Toshack, Steve Heighway.
Front row: Ian Callaghan, Emlyn Hughes, Bill Shankly – manager, Tommy Smith, Brian Hall, Chris Lawler.
By the standards of 1973 – not exactly star-studded squad. Not the ‘archetypal’ Liverpool either… Apart from Emlyn Hughes and John Toshack – no stars. Good workers aplenty: Smith, Cormack, Lloyd, Lawler. New discovery – Keegan (Shankly was still skeptical about his abilities). Things changed with the title: Clemence, Phil Tompson, Lindsay, were invited to the national team. None of them established himself solidly in the national squad… it was not only strong competition: those players somehow did not convince England’s managers. The dislike of Clemence baffled me at the time: surely it was difficult to replace a giant like Banks, but to me Clemence was far more reliable keeper than Shilton and bunch of others. Yet, he was uncertain first choice (the reason ‘the bunch of others’ were invited). The point here is not to argue Clemence’s greatness: the point is that in 1973 Liverpool was not seen as fascinating team. One year wonder? How wrong everybody was.